Bell's Classical Arrangement of Fugitive Poetry, Bind 3–4J. Bell, 1789 |
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... seem'd alive : But , if Applause or Fame attend his pen , Let breathless statues pass for breathing men . " Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung , EPISTLES CRITICAL Epist . 1 .
... seem'd alive : But , if Applause or Fame attend his pen , Let breathless statues pass for breathing men . " Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung , EPISTLES CRITICAL Epist . 1 .
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John Bell. Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung , And grief a while delay'd his hand and tongue : But soon he check'd his fingers , chose a strain , And florish'd shrill , and thus arose again : " Pass the next region which ...
John Bell. Here seem'd the Singer touch'd at what he sung , And grief a while delay'd his hand and tongue : But soon he check'd his fingers , chose a strain , And florish'd shrill , and thus arose again : " Pass the next region which ...
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... seem a fall to fear ; And strangely stand along the tracts of air , Where thunder rolls , and bearded comets glare . The thoughts that most extravagantly soar , The words that sound as if they meant to roar ; For rant and noise are ...
... seem a fall to fear ; And strangely stand along the tracts of air , Where thunder rolls , and bearded comets glare . The thoughts that most extravagantly soar , The words that sound as if they meant to roar ; For rant and noise are ...
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... seem the life and voice of majesty , When Writers rampant on Apollo call , And bid him enter and possess them all , And make his flames afford a wild pretence To keep them unrestrain❜d by common sense . Ah , sacred Verse ! lest Reason ...
... seem the life and voice of majesty , When Writers rampant on Apollo call , And bid him enter and possess them all , And make his flames afford a wild pretence To keep them unrestrain❜d by common sense . Ah , sacred Verse ! lest Reason ...
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... seem to play , And hanging rocks repell the foaming sea ; The foaming seas their angry billows show , Curl'd white above , and darkly roll'd below , Or cease their rage , and , as they can ' v lie , Return the pleasing pictures of the ...
... seem to play , And hanging rocks repell the foaming sea ; The foaming seas their angry billows show , Curl'd white above , and darkly roll'd below , Or cease their rage , and , as they can ' v lie , Return the pleasing pictures of the ...
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Almada bards beams beauteous beauty behold bend beneath bids blest blushes boast bold brave breast breath bright charms clime coursers delight Dovedale dread e'er earth EPISTLE Ev'n ev'ry fair fame fancy fate fire flame genius give glory glow Goddess grace grove hand heart Heaven heroes hills honor ibid immortal Bard Keswick light Lisbon live look Lord Lusiad lyre mind Mount Athos mountains Muse Muse's Nature Nature's numbers Nymphs o'er paint passions pencil plains pleas'd Poet poet's Portugal praise pride race rage reign rise river Wye rocks roll round sacred savage genius scene shade shew shine shore sight skies smile soft song soul sound Spain spread strain stream sweet swell Tago's Tagus tears thee thou thought Thro thunder toil Twas vale verse Viriatus voice waves wild WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE youth Zeuxis
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Side 133 - How small, of all that human hearts endure, That part which laws or kings can cause or cure.
Side 122 - But towns unmann'd, and lords without a slave — And late the nation found, with fruitless skill, Its former strength was but plethoric ill. Yet, still the loss of wealth is here supplied By arts, the splendid wrecks of former pride : From these the feeble heart and long-fallen mind An easy compensation seem to find.
Side 125 - That first excites desire, and then supplies. Unknown to them, when sensual pleasures cloy, To fill the languid pause with finer joy; Unknown those powers that raise the soul to flame, \ Catch every nerve, and vibrate through the frame : Their level life is but a...
Side 118 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent and care ; Impell'd, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view ; That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies ; My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
Side 132 - Through tangled forests and through dangerous ways, Where beasts with man divided empire claim, And the brown Indian marks with murderous aim ; There, while above the giddy tempest flies, And all around distressful yells arise, The pensive exile, bending with his woe, To stop too fearful, and too faint to go, Casts a long look where England's glories shine, And bids his bosom sympathize with mine. Vain, very vain, my weary search to find That bliss which only centres in the mind ; Why have I strayed...
Side 121 - Whatever fruits in different climes are found, That proudly rise, or humbly court the ground — Whatever blooms in torrid tracts appear, Whose bright succession decks the varied year — Whatever sweets salute the northern sky With vernal lives, that blossom but to die — These here disporting own the kindred soil, Nor ask luxuriance from the planter's toil ; While sea-born gales their gelid wings expand To winnow fragrance round the smiling hind.
Side 122 - No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest. Yet still, even here, content can spread a charm, Redress the clime, and all its rage disarm. Though poor the peasant's hut, his feasts tho...
Side 131 - Till half a patriot, half a coward grown, I fly from petty tyrants to the throne.
Side 124 - At night returning, every labour sped, He sits him down the monarch of a shed ; Smiles by his cheerful fire, and round surveys His children's looks, that brighten at the blaze ; While his lov'd partner, boastful of her hoard, Displays her cleanly platter on the board: And haply too some pilgrim, thither led, With many a tale repays the nightly bed.
Side 122 - No product here the barren hills afford, But man and steel, the soldier and his sword ; No vernal blooms their torpid rocks array, But winter lingering chills the lap of May ; No zephyr fondly sues the mountain's breast, But meteors glare, and stormy glooms invest.